Whispers
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Meeting with fire passion and love
singing with joy only known above
lips that touch in a soft ceress
passion bound bodies so tightly press
long and tender arms that souround
in those violet pools he drowend
intence colbalt colbalt eyes burn with desire
and sets the chesnut haired boy afire
and after the act so wild and free
they embrace in sweet silence just how it should be
and speaknig three simlpy "I love you"
we leave these young lovers as the day starts anew